Baskadia

The Golden boys

Mr and Mrs Hamilton had two sons, Richard and Philip, who were both taller and friendlier than me. My parents liked them a lot. ‘Why can’t you be more like Richard and Philip?’ I hated them. first. Then read the story and do the exerciseEvery August. Every August for twelve years. Every August for twelve years we went to the same small town on holiday. Every August for twelve years we went to the same beach. Every August for twelve years my parents rented the same small house in the same small town near the same beach, so every morning of every August for twelve years I woke up and walked down to the same beach and sat under the same umbrella or on the same towel in front of the same sea.

Intertwined Love & Distant Pain

About a love that hurts so the partner has to let go of the hand of her partner so he can love another women but she also cannot live in this world where he doesn't love her.

A letter from South Africa

Love is amazing. Love is MIRACLE. Even though you closed your eyes, you still can see the beauty of love

Love's bite...

Purple, Look into my eyes. You say you see purple, But I see deeper than that. I see blue that never fades and yellow that brightens my day. Teach me the melody that flows beneath your skin, When we're intertwined we wouldn't worry about flopping, I never felt any better. We could be our always our everyday love song we said? This love could lead us thousands of miles.

Love for all

People for people, Birds for the sky, For green nature, For mountain waterfalls, Love for all And you're just for me.

My love

A love story of a young girl

Love poem🥰

"If one wishes to see suddenly in the middle of the night; "If you want to leave some hyacinth flowers in your window in the morning; "If the mind wanders to see you at noon; "If you want to see a little touch; "If you wish to put these two hands in my fists; "If the noon raft wants to touch the sun with you; "You will leave, but the smell of that jarul flower will remain;

Thorns Love at first sight I saw thou with my two eyes I hoped thou brings the light.

A man hopes to find a perfect partner, and he loves someone very much. Although he expects that love can give happiness to him, but it did not happen. At last he feels lonesome.

Love Poem

A gentle word like a spark of light, Illuminates my soul, And as each sound goes deeper, It’s YOU that makes me whole.”

Love letter for my girlfriend

I miss my girlfriend and write a letter for her

The lover I never knew

It tells the story of two people that live a very difficult and different lives that fell in love accidentally and try not to stick to it

Human Development-creativity has always been the key to the world development

Creative Thinking: Destiny or Development? Creative thinking requires our brains to make connections between seemingly unrelated ideas. Is this the dreams we are born with ?

A Fool's Tale.

Everyone's got a Fool's Tale, it just depends on when it's told.

Bromo mountain

Getting to this peak also requires a long struggle from leaving at 00:00 in the evening from a villa or inn that has been prepared to the top of the mountain that takes a long time and requires a lot of energy that we have to go through. our departure from the inn to the initial post using buses or public transportation around our lodging. After arriving at the first post we must check thick clothes, gloves, thick hats, earplugs or neck scarves if needed then check equipment such as food or drinks and medicines that we need to provide or can snack around Mount Bromo which has been prepared. After arriving at the first post, we will find many jeeps ready to deliver to the surrounding slopes of the mountain which is at the top of the mountain. from our journey from the villa to the top of the slopes of the mountain around 3 to 4 hour

Anniversary

A short letter to a loved one.

In front of the moon 🌝, we together 🤝

Short poem about sister. Written by Sobashi.M.P.Hirushani

Keep Going

How to keep going...

LOVE ALIVE!

A poem that touches the soul, opens your eyes to what love really is and should be.

warm love

this poem is about a person that i love the most

HEARTBREAKS WITH AGE

Tell me you've not been hurt before and I'll have hope in humanity! The older we get the more vulnerable we become because we think our experiences have made us handle relationships better...the past made us stronger...deceits more clear...forgiveness more obvious....the uncertainities predictable....our love certainly decisional and mostly WE BECOME LIBERAL. As I sit right here almost 2am in the night Kenyan time I am filled with tears. Because aging has not protected my heart from being broken. Dating and experience has not made me immune to emotions. Compromise has not provided me with my soulmate. Tears run down my cheeks because I am no longer a child but a mature lady crushed in my vulnerabilities. Love has no school, heartbreaks have no degrees. The older I get the more I fear to love unconditionally and whole heartedly and miss out on true happiness. I am still crying because the world cannot save me from myself and I cannot tell who to give these broken pieces anew.